Quarter a Century of Living

Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear 25 year old Gagan, Happy Birthday to you!

So how does it feel to be 25? was the cliché question asked on my birthday by almost everyone. Bringing a smile to my face and not necessarily an answer, the question finally lingered enough in my head for me to write this.

Being where I am in my (not determined length of) life, brings a satisfactory smile on my face, isn't that great?

I feel old enough to recognize the significance of this year and yet young enough to be ready like a kid for the years to come.

Where I am is not where I will be and where I will be is yet to see.

Not tied down enough and not entirely free, a perfect blend to get a feel of who I really am.

Realizing how I feel wiser than last year and acknowledging there is always room for more knowledge and wisdom.

Seeing life as a composition of little (but not necessarily small) moments like notes belonging to a symphony.

Understanding the complexity of relationships as they are changing with the changing me.

Walking on a path I have chosen but not essentially know of.

Adventurous to take risks, leaving some things on fate and yet organized enough to get through the daily or monthly chores.

Getting better with my socializing skills and yet not revealing too much about my personal life.

Knowing where to indulge and what to refrain from, all in the interest of being happy at the end of it all.

Thanking my mistakes and downfalls for breaking me down to build me up.

Prioritizing happiness and clinging to optimism, forgetting what shall bring sadness and recalling those identity building experiences, I dive into the new year. Happy Birthday to me!